“You shut your mouth, Hazel Wu. You’ll be having hotpot dates with me until we die.” A beat of silence passed before Hazel spoke, her voice muffled in Juno’s hair. “And pho as well, right? And ramen?” She let out a little snort of laughter. “Yes Hazel. Consider me booked for dates to eat yummy things in soup for eternity.” “Perfect.”
